hii!! i wanted to request a tsukishima x reader (sorry idk if im doing this right) with like. reader giving him head and also edging him 👍 crying would also be cool
Stripped of Control ⭑.ᐟ
╰┈➤ with Tsukishima Kei
₊⊹ WC: 865
₊⊹ CW: Sub!Tsukki, Gn!Dom!reader, light bondage, ending, crying, and bj.
₊⊹ Do Not Interact if: <18
₊⊹ A/N: You’re doing just fine babes! This one is pretty short bc I’m bad at writing for him but I hope you enjoy!
“You’re being awfully quiet,” Tsukishima drawls, his golden eyes watching you with that familiar condescending smirk. He’s stretched out on the bed, shirt pushed up to expose his toned stomach, jeans undone but still clinging to his hips like he’s daring you to do something about it. “What? Cat got your tongue?”
You don’t answer right away. You’re too busy trailing your fingertips over the growing bulge in his boxers, pressing just hard enough to make him exhale through his nose. He’s trying to act unfazed, like your touch doesn’t affect him, but the way his jaw tightens tells a different story.
“Maybe I’m just bored,” you murmur, leaning in close enough that your breath ghosts over his skin. “I thought you’d be more fun tonight.”
“Tch.” He scoffs, but you don’t miss the way his hips jerk when you drag your nails along his thigh. “Maybe you should try harder.”
There it is. That cocky little attitude that always gets him into trouble.
You sit back, looking him over like you’re considering something. “Try harder, huh?” You hum, a dangerous edge creeping into your tone. “Alright. Let’s see how much you like it when I’m the one calling the shots.”
Tsukishima’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late. You’re already reaching for the silk ties you stashed nearby, and before he can get another word out, you’re straddling him, pinning his wrists above his head.
“Wait—”
“Oh, now you’re paying attention?” You smirk, securing the knot tight enough that he can’t slip free. “Too bad.”
He tugs at the restraints, testing them, but they don’t budge. The frustration flickers in his eyes, but there’s something else too—something darker.
“Still think you’re in charge?” You drag your nails down his chest, watching his breath hitch. “Let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”
You settle between his legs, pulling his boxers down slowly, making him feel every second of it. His cock springs free, flushed and already leaking, despite his bravado.
“Look at you,” you coo, wrapping your hand around him and stroking once, twice, just enough to make his jaw clench. “So desperate and I haven’t even started yet.”
“Shut up,” he grits out, but his voice is already betraying him, a little breathless, a little too eager.
“Aw, is that any way to talk to the person who’s about to ruin you?” You give his cock a slow, teasing lick from base to tip, smirking when his hips twitch. “Maybe I should just leave you like this.”
“Don’t you fucking—”
You cut him off by taking him into your mouth, sinking down until he’s pressed against the back of your throat. His head falls back against the pillow, a shaky groan slipping out before he can stop it.
But you don’t let him get comfortable. You set a torturously slow pace, dragging your tongue along the underside, hollowing your cheeks just enough to make him squirm. And every time he gets close—every time his breathing quickens and his thighs start to tremble—you pull back, leaving him aching and unsatisfied.
“Seriously?” His voice is strained, his eyes blown wide with frustration as he watches you wipe your mouth, giving him that sweet, innocent smile he hates so much. “You’re gonna be a brat now?”
“Brat?” You tilt your head, gripping the base of his cock and giving it a tight squeeze that makes his breath hitch. “You’re the one who begged for this.”
“I didn’t—fuck,” he hisses when you take him back into your mouth, but this time you don’t let him get too close. You keep him right on the edge, pulling away every time his body tenses, leaving him dripping, thighs quivering as he tries and fails to chase his release.
Minutes turn into an eternity, and by the time you glance up at him, Tsukishima’s composure is long gone. His eyes are glassy, his cheeks flushed, and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth as he struggles to hold back the pathetic sounds threatening to escape.
“Look at you,” you murmur, trailing your fingers along his sensitive length. He jolts, a strangled whimper slipping out before he can stop it. “So fucking wrecked and I haven’t even let you come yet.”
“Please,” he whispers, barely audible, his voice cracking as he tries to hold himself together.
“Please, what?”
“Please…” His head tilts back, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes as his body trembles beneath you. “Please… let me… I can’t—”
“Not yet,” you purr, dragging your tongue along his slit, tasting how close he is. “Not until you’re crying for me.”
And he does. Minutes later, when you finally let him fall apart, his whole body tenses, his back arching as broken sobs escape his lips. Tears spill down his flushed cheeks, and the sound of his choked, wrecked moans fills the room as you work him through it, taking everything he has to give until he’s a shaking, tear-streaked mess beneath you.
“Good boy,” you murmur softly, brushing his damp hair away from his face. He’s too wrecked to answer, just shivering under your touch, completely undone.
Exactly where he belongs.
thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated <3
i love subspace tsukki sm like ughhhh its the best feeling knowing that you get this nonchalant son of a bitch to feel so safe in ur arms, jus snifflin into ur chest frm the comfort of your lap abt how good he feels, how good you make him feel n mindlessly bucking his length into ur hand, nodding along to ur sweet, sweet praise. “such a good boy, aren’t you kei? hm? my talented boy?” he whines in response, “yr right.. g,good boy, for you. your talented boy,”
